Japanese Schoolgirls
by Teresa Joseph

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always known that in my heart that I’m a lesbian.And since the age of about fourteen or fifteen when my classmates started wearing push-up bras and the shortest skirts that they could get away with, I’ve known that I have perverted lust for adult women in school uniform. But five months ago, while I was downloading a few ‘sexy schoolgirl’ videos from the Internet, I came across something that made me wank so hard that I’ve never been able to stop.

At first glance of course, there wasn’t anything particularly horny about this video; just a ten-second clip of an adult Japanese schoolgirl grinning from ear to ear as she wrote “I love you” on a blackboard before bending over to give us a flash of her knickers. But although she didn’t really do anything, the schoolgirl was so gorgeous that, after a few moments, the computer screen was completely covered in lipstick and I was addicted for life.

Within thirty minutes of downloading the clip, I’d signed up to every “Adult Japanese Schoolgirl” website on the internet and fingered my pussy until I saw stars, watching a bevy of pretty young Orientals in skimpy school uniforms giggle with delight as they eagerly touched each other’s naked pussies. But no matter how much I wanked or how many videos I downloaded, I knew that there was only one thing that was going to satisfy my aching pussy and my drooling tongue. And so a few days later, having almost literally beggedmy boss to let me take some holiday time, I jumped on to the very next flight to Tokyo and drove myself mad with anticipation as I spent the next thirteen hours waiting to touch down.

Were the Fates playing some cruel practical joke at my expense? Why else would they decide to seat me in a section of the plane surrounded by more than a half a dozen realJapanese schoolgirls in full school uniform who were on their way home to Japan?

Japan is the only country in the world where the students don’t graduate from secondary education until after they’ve turned 21. And judging by the gold badges on their lapels, not to mention their gorgeous figures, it was obvious that every one of these girls was in their last year of school.

They were all so irresistibly sexy that the urge to kiss and fuck every one of them senseless was almost completely overwhelming. And as I sat there, mere inches away from their gorgeous bodies, almost cumming every time that I heard them giggle and wishing that I could touch their skin, I had no choice but to sit there as rigid as a statue and praythat I didn’t end up getting arrested for sexual assault.

The honey was dripping from my pussy like water out of a tap. My legs were crossed so tightly that I was starting to get a cramp. I was so afraid of groaning or whimpering with lust that I bit my tongue for hours on end. And knowing that it was only a matter of time before I’d try to do something that would get me arrested, I kept my eyes shut as tightly as I could and kept my hands crossed in my lap, looking so tense that the stewardess offered me a sedative because she thought I was afraid of flying.

I refused of course, doing my best to dismiss the whole thing and saying that I would be fine. But when the schoolgirl sitting next to me turned to ask me if I was all right, I honestly began to wish that I’d taken the sedative after all.

“Are, you, O-K?” She asked in broken English, but in a tone so sweet and melodious that it actually made me cum. And as I sat there whimpering like a frightened puppy, I couldn’t help but groan with orgasm as she reached out to touch my hand and caress my long blonde hair.

According to the dictionary, ambivalence is a mental state in which a person experiences two separate emotions at the same moment in time. But actually sitting there in economy class, so stricken with terror that I almost started to hyperventilate but so driven by lust that it was hard for me not to kiss her gorgeous lips, I was positive that there had to be a Hell of a lot more to it than that.

After six hours of this torture I was absolutely certain that if I didn’t have a wank soon then I was going to explode. And since a nervous aeroplane passenger dashing off to the toilets was the most natural thing in the world, a few minutes later I was sitting on the toilet seat with my knees pulled up around my ears, fisting my pussy so furiously that I had to bite my other hand.

For ten, long, exhaustive minutes, I pounded my pussy until the hot, sweet honey was literally gushing like water from a fountain. But then, just as I thought that I might be able to satisfy myself, I heard a knock on the door that made me groan “Oh God No” as I started wanking even harder than before.

“Lady? Are you, O-K?” Asked the gorgeous schoolgirl, obviously worried by all the groaning and gasping and believing that something was wrong.

I tried to answer, to say that I was fine and that I’d be out in a minute, but I was wanking too hard to even catch my breath. And a few moments later, something terrible happened that somehow actually managed to make me even hornier than before.

Whether I’d forgotten to lock the door or if there was some kind of ‘override button’ that the stewardesses could use in an emergency, before I knew it, the Japanese schoolgirl was actually watching me wank. And as my pussy ejaculated for the seventh time in a row, the look of pure shock and disbelief on her face soon turned to one of childish curiosity as she began to giggle at what she saw.

At the beginning of my favourite ‘Adult Japanese Schoolgirl’ videos, a gang of giggling classmates always watch from the doorway as the two girls quietly fuck each other, unaware of the fact that they are being watched. And now, as a gorgeous, giggling schoolgirl stood watching me in real life, the thrill I received was so intense that the next time I ejaculated, some of the honey actually splashed onto the front of her skirt.

It was only at that moment that I actually realised what I’d done, how I had deliberately left the door unlocked in the hopes that this might happen. And so when it looked as if the girl was actually rushing back to her seat, I was so terrified by the thought that she might not come back that, despite my exhaustion, I actually reached out to her with my hand and begged her not to go.

Luckily however, as it turned out the schoolgirl was just dashing back to her friends to say something along the lines of, “Hey, come and see what the white lady is doing. It’s really funny.” Because the next thing I knew, I was on the verge of passing out as more than half a dozen giggling schoolgirls all crowded around the toilet’s doorway, curious to see a woman fist herself unconscious.

I couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying, but the sound of their voices still thrilled me so much that I couldn’t have stopped wanking if I’d tried. But from the way that they were giggling and coaxing each other, it was clear that they were saying something along the lines of, “Go on. I dare you. I doubledare you.” And with my fist still buried wrist-deep inside my pussy, I whimpered with anticipation and my heart skipped a beat as I wondered what it was that they were daring each other to do.

In the end of course, the girl who stepped forward was so beautiful that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, or at the very least, to kiss her gorgeous ruby lips until I passed out with delight. So when she slowly bent forward to kiss me on the lips, it was more satisfying than anything that you can imagine. And as she reached out her delicate porcelain fingers to touch my smooth, naked pussy, I yelped with overwhelming ecstasy, there was a flash of white light, and then everything went dark.

When at last I finally woke up, a stewardess was knocking on the door to tell me that the seatbelt sign was on and that I had to return to my seat. And although I was in a panic about returning to the seat in such a terrible state, it turned out that the schoolgirls were even more conscientious then I’d thought.

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While I was unconscious, the girls had actually brushed my hair for me and reapplied my makeup. And since my own skirt and knickers had been completely soaked with honey, the girls had left them in a plastic bag and dressed me in one of the short blue pleated skirts and a pair of the white cotton knickers that I had lusted after for so long.

So needless to say, with legs as long as mine, I received quite a few lustful leers from the men on the plane as I skipped back to my seat, bent over to push the plastic bag into the bin.

As I sat down to fasten my seatbelt, smiling gratefully at all of the Japanese schoolgirls who were seated around me, I struggled in vain to remember the Japanese word for “Thank you.” And once we had touched down at the airport and I was forced to wave goodbye to all of my new friends, I would have given almost anything to spend my life with them.

As it was however, I was now standing in the heart of a city where gorgeous 18+ Japanese schoolgirls were an everyday fact of life, wearing a skirt so short that my knickers were visible while I was standing up. And although I didn’t even have a change of clothes, I was too busy fantasising about Japanese pussy to really give a damn.

I’d been in such a rush to get to Japan that I hadn’t even bothered to pack a suitcase. But luckily however, I still had my credit card and a few hundred pounds in cash that I could convert to Japanese yen. And so having bought myself a new knee-length skirt and pair of black satin knickers from a handy airport store, I went out to the nearest taxi stand and set out to fulfil my dream.

From one of the 10,000 Adult Schoolgirl websites that I had joined a couple of nights before, I’d printed off an address in Japanese that I sincerely hoped would make my dreams come true.

Of course, it could have just been the address of a five-star sushi restaurant, but from the look on the female taxi driver’s face when she read the address, it was clear that I was on the right track. And so having driven out to a short, narrow alley that it would have taken me a hundred years to find on my own, the taxi driver took 15,000 yen from my purse and then drove off into the night, leaving me staring at the flashing neon signs of this hidden business and praying that I was in the right place.

The thought that the taxi driver might indeed have dumped me outside a sushi restaurant and left me to fend for myself made me feel so nervous that I was too afraid to even step through the front door. But, as the sexiest Japanese schoolgirl that I’ve ever seen in my life, having obviously dealt with a lot of shy first-timers in the past, came out to greet me and to invite me inside, I came with delight, completely ruining my new black knickers.

“Hi! You American?” She asked so cheerfully that I fell in love on the spot.

“Err, no … English.” I gasped excitedly, too mesmerized by her gorgeous body to even string together a coherent sentence.

“You look for grown up schoolgirl Japanese? You want to … sexwith us?”

“Oh God, Yes!” I panted.

“You bring money?”

Of course, at that moment, I would have been willing to give her the deeds to my house, if only she would give me a long, loving kiss in return. But to my bank manager’s eternal relief, once she’d seen all of my cash and credit cards, the schoolgirl took me by the hand and then led me inside the club.

“Don’t worry.” She giggled happily. “We all 18 and more.”

I was almost literally in heaven. Everywhere I looked in this club, women of all races and nationalities were kissing and fucking gorgeous Japanese lesbians in full school uniform. Sexy young waitresses in full school uniform were delivering drinks, and even joining in with these Lesbian-Olympics. And up on stage, the ‘Britney Spears’-style plastic pop that I’d always despised, now that it was being performed by half a dozen gorgeous Oriental temptresses in a language that always made me cum, was now the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.

“We sit and kiss?” Asked the adult schoolgirl, inviting me to that which I had always longed to do. And the next thing I knew we were both wrapped up in each other’s embrace, kissing and caressing each other so deeply that my whole body began to tingle and I could barely breathe.

“You like white panties?” She teased maliciously, spreading her legs a little and licking her lips as she waited for me to stroke her pussy. “You want to touch?”

But although I wanted to reply, my hunger was so desperate that, before I even realised it, I was down on my knees with my head between the schoolgirl’s legs, making her coo with ecstasy as I kissed and lapped at her soft, smooth, cotton-covered pussy. And as she gently slipped the knickers down around her ankles to reveal her wet, naked slit, I buried my tongue so deep inside her that it was her turn to shudder with delight.

I honestly couldn’t tell you how long I spent licking that gorgeous schoolgirl’s pussy. But by the time that my tongue was too exhausted to carry on, she had cum at least a half a dozen times. And, far to horny to care about the money, she begged me to let her lick my pussy as well.

Climbing back up onto the leather settee and slipping off my black satin knickers as the schoolgirl took my place down on her knees, I spread my legs and groaned with ecstasy, petting the grown-up schoolgirl’s soft raven hair as she greedily licked every inch of my pussy and gobbled up the honey as it poured out of my slit.And a few moments later, when a sexy little waitress skipped over to ask if I wanted a drink, it wasn’t long before I was kissing her to the point of breathlessness as I fingered her smooth, shaven slit.

Of course, no matter how much I might have wanted it, it would have been impossible for me to carry on fucking for the rest of my natural life. And so after a while, I had no choice but to stop for a short but well-earned break.

“Is this your first time?” Asked one of the other guests in a surprisingly familiar accent as I slowly made my way up to the bar to order a Bacardi and Coke. But still feeling too worn out from my sexual escapade to even catch my breath, although I wanted to start a conversation, I couldn’t really do much apart from nod.

“Well, it’s great to see that you’re really getting stuck in and having a whale of a time.”

But of course, the night was still young. And even if it wasn’t, there were still more than a dozen other gorgeous schoolgirls to fuck until I lost all feeling in my tongue. And since the club had plenty of vacant rooms where the guests could either sleep, have a shower or ‘get to know’ one of the girls more intimately, I honestly have no idea how long I spent there, gorging myself on sweet Oriental pussy until I literally saw stars.

The girls were even willing to buy anything that I wanted, for a modest fee of course, from a clean change of clothes to a strap on dildo. And so although it was daytime when I finally settled my bill and asked one of the girls to call for a taxi to take me back to the airport, I honestly had no idea what day of the week it actually was.

“You want … take thing with you?” Asked one of the girls, holding up the various dildos and sex toys that I’d made excellent use of over the course of my visit.

“No thank you.” I smiled in reply. “Please keep them safe for my next visit.”

And as I climbed into the taxi, drove out to the airport and boarded the first plane home, the only thought on my mind was how to make enough money to be able to go back.

The thought of going another six months without tasting sweet, delicious Japanese pussy was so heart-breaking that I didn’t even dare to think about it, but by some spectacular coincidence, it seemed as though the fates had decided not to let me suffer for that long.

“Konichiwa,” greeted a familiar voice as I kicked back in my seat.

I couldn’t believe it. The gorgeous Japanese Schoolgirl who had been so worried about me on my first flight was now sitting only a few rows behind me. And despite having watched me wank in the toilet like a horny bitch on heat, she was still more than willing to come over and say hello.

“Konichiwa,” I replied, trying to keep myself from cumming and speaking as calmly as I could.

“You … go back England?”

“Yes.”

“I go back England too.” She explained excitedly, making me so happy that I almost wanted to cry. “I go Japan for twenty-one birthday, but live London to learn English. You live London too?”

“Yes! Yes I do!” I panted, completely unable to contain my excitement at the thought that she might live close to me.

“You … like girls?” She giggled mischievously, blushing with anticipation speaking very softly so as not to be overheard by anyone else.

“Yes. I love girls, and I love Japanese girls most of all.”

“Is that why you … playyourself when you see me?”

And although I nodded, it was becoming clear that I didn’t really need to reply.

“I like girls too.” She whispered. “You want come and … play sex me as well?”